Silk listened intently, or at least she appeared to listen intently. It was hard to tell at times due to certain benefits bestowed through her heritage, such as being able to focus in two directions at the same time. As such one ear was turned toward Matthew while the other was angled toward the doorway to the room and by extension the hallway beyond it. She was listening for the sound of tippy toes trying to be sneaky, just in case this was some elaborate ploy to get her alone and ambush her. It wouldn't be the first that someone had tried that on her. Nor would it have been the first time that someone had tried to win her trust through an act of selfless but ultimately engineered heroism. Hearing about lances and horses made her smile and stifle a laugh, a filthy joke coming to mind but remaining unspoken. 

She looked away and sighed dejectedly. [colour=gold]“Nobody ever taught me anything like that, no, seriously, the only things they teach you at an orphanage are how to read your letters and be a good little servant of Naga,”[/colour] Silk said in a sombre tone, nostalgia threatening to make her emotional. She shook her head to dispel the memory and turned back toward Matthew. [colour=gold]“So I'm curious, how does one go about learning magic? I mean, can anyone do it? I bet it takes a hell of a lot of hard work either way, right?”[/colour] Silk said conversationally as she followed Matthew into the kitchen, mentally cataloguing the contents of the room should she decide to return at a later date. You would be surprised how much some people would pay for fancy cutlery. Especially if the stuff was real silver.

Silk picked up a knife and started to deftly slice the carrots offered to her, barely glancing at what she was doing. It didn't take long for the pile to start growing, despite the occasion sampling of the product. Nimble fingers were good for more than just picking pockets and stealing lockets after all. She grinned playfully as she listened to Matthew's story. [colour=gold]“Pfft, strong men,”[/colour] Silk scoffed in a derisive tone. [colour=gold]“Now intelligent men on the other hand are a different matter. You know, people who can actually hold a conversion for more than a few minutes without reverting to type. Not too intelligent though. Can’t have them catching onto me too quickly, it ruins the fun. Plus it makes running away that much harder,”[/colour] Silk said in a joking manner.